And then he told me "Rober­to's a known trol­l" and I was like "re­al­ly?"
he seems like a nice guy!

—Not say­ing who said it

So, that hap­pened a while ago in a din­ner. And I am that trol­l. I must con­fess it,
so here it is. I have a long, long, long his­to­ry of trolling. Per­haps I could
ra­tio­nal­ize it in­to just be­ing ar­gu­men­ta­tive, or just en­joy­ing a good ar­gu­men­t, but
no, re­al­ly, I de­rive plea­sure from see­ing peo­ple re­act to what I say.

That could maybe be in some way con­struc­tive, I could just do it to make peo­ple
see things from a dif­fer­ent an­gle, and in my good mo­ments I do that. But in oth­ers
I just find some­one I dis­like, or some­one who says some­thing that rubs me the
wrong way, and I ... well, it's not pret­ty.

What I usu­al­ly do is up the ante. I es­ca­late. I say out­ra­geous things. Usu­al­ly just
slight­ly more out­ra­geous than what the oth­er guy says, so I can still ra­tio­nal­ize it
as "he start­ed it", or "he de­serves it" but hon­est­ly, deep in­sid­e, I know it's not
true. I know I am be­ing nasty be­cause I like it. And that suck­s. It sucks that I
have this mean streak in me, and I can't get rid of it. It sucks that I have fun in­sult­ing the oth­er poor bas­tard.

I could even say that most of the peo­ple I troll are trolls them­selves. But that's
not re­al­ly an ex­cuse. If they de­served con­tempt for their trolling, then I am just
as de­serv­ing for mine. I am sure they, al­so, have their rea­sons and those rea­sons
sound per­fect­ly ra­tio­nal to them­selves.

I could say that I of­ten troll those who spread poi­sonous speech. That I troll those
who are spread­ing mis­in­for­ma­tion and evil ideas. And yes, that is true, but again,
I could re­ply with­out trolling. I could re­ply ra­tio­nal­ly, and just point out where
they are say­ing non­sense, where they are spread­ing stu­pid­i­ty, and avoid the flair,
avoid the gra­tu­itous in­sult.

I could say that I troll those who both­er me per­son­al­ly out of their own free will.
So yes, telling a Je­ho­vah's Wit­ness that I will be at the door as soon as I wash my
hands of the blood sac­ri­fice I make to Sa­tan is fun­ny, but why is it any bet­ter than
just telling them I am not in­ter­est­ed.

Oh, sure, I could say that telling some­one who in­sult­ed me "opin­ions are like ass­holes,
and so are you" is some­what clev­er, but I could just say "y­ou are wrong, rude, and
un­de­serv­ing of my at­ten­tion".

I sure could say that trolling some­one who is rude, in­sult­ing, ob­nox­ious and dis­rup­tive
may teach him (it's al­ways a he, is­n't he?) a lesson, but it's just not true. They just
see those re­spons­es as chal­lenges.

I could say that feed­ing the oth­er troll is just harm­less fun, but it's not true be­cause
I know it hurts peo­ple, and cre­ates an ob­nox­ious en­vi­ron­men­t. I could say that trolling
those who de­serve to be trolled is fair. But it's not true be­cause I am
noone's judge.

So, if I have trolled you, ac­cept this post as an apol­o­gy. Not a "sor­ry if I of­fend­ed you"
apol­o­gy, but a straight apol­o­gy. I am sor­ry I trolled you. I will try to stop.

I will not stop say­ing and writ­ing what I think, and I will not ab­stain from re­ply­ing to
oth­er peo­ple's opin­ion­s, but I will do a hon­est try to do it in a not-trolling man­ner,
of of­fer­ing my opin­ion as it is, in­stead of as a per­for­ma­ce to make the oth­er one feel
hu­mil­i­at­ed or hurt or un­de­serv­ing.

Be­cause, and here is my on­ly piece of ex­cuse: I hate bul­lies. I was sent to school two
years too ear­ly. So that you have an idea how that can af­fect some­one, I am of av­er­age height,
but un­til I was 13 I was con­vinced I was very short. I man­aged to be­come a de­cent
swim­mer, but un­til I was 12 or so, I was con­vinced I sucked at all sports and games. I
was in­ceas­ing­ly bul­lied since I first ev­er met my "peer­s" un­til I was able to kick
the crap out of them. I be­came a tough kid. I could take a beat­ing like you can't
imag­ine, be­cause I was too small to hit back, and the on­ly way not to be a to­tal
los­er was to keep get­ting up and go­ing to be beat­en again, while mak­ing sar­cas­tic com­ments.

And it turned out that those sar­cas­tic com­ments worked. I got my ass kicked, but the next day
that kid re­mem­bered how I was get­ting back on my feet and jok­ing about his moth­er.
And that, of course, lead to fur­ther bul­ly­ing. When I was about 12, I was so ex­treme,
I scared ev­ery­one so much, they stopped. I was scary. I talked like a freak­ing
psy­cho. I prob­a­bly was close to be­ing one.

And the les­son I learned was that if you make fun of peo­ple, they got hurt enough to want
to avoid it lat­er. So, I was, in fac­t, a bul­ly my­self. And thus, I be­came that which I
hat­ed. I have had bet­ter times and worst times, I have been more in con­trol and not so much.
And it has tak­en me a long time to fig­ure this out. I don't like what I be­came. So I will stop.
And I am sor­ry.

> [...] and the only way not to be a totalloser was to keep getting up and going to be beaten again, while making sarcastic comments.

Oh, boy! That sounds like me :-/I had the ability to make people cry just by talking back to them. I even managed to do that in a couple of occasions while being beaten up.

Surely I've scared the crap out of them, even bullies.

> I talked like a freakingpsycho.

That wasn't like me. I was quite calm, and never "did my thing" unless provoked. Of course, that also left the door open to further bullying :-/ (but mostly for those bullies that I have not still confronted).

I was really happy when all that ended around my 15s. Both so I didn't got so beaten, and so I didn't have to use my poisonous tongue (it was just too easy, and scaringly, morbidly pleasant).

I may miss a good troll-reading fun, but... Good luck with your trollnessless!